What Year Is This?

What year is this? Is it the year Of my freedom, my triumph? Or just another disaster I must and will master. Creeping, crawling through The sadness, the madness Striving for some gladness To dwell here in my heart When will it start? When will all this muddy Turmoil...

Solitary Sweetness

Solitary sweetness Belief in the master plan Smiling quietly as travelling Down the path that expands. Into a meadow Full of promise and grace Giving a chance at a life With no mistakes. Solitary time Guided thru rhyme Hearing the way Of the master Guiding with a...

My Heart Is Sad

                          My heart is sad and maybe a little mad Not at the world but my attitude. Who made me think I could chose The way to travel thru this universe? Not alone Nor will I ever be Able...